Creative Nonfiction

New Jeans

Rebecca Varnell

I didn’t tell anyone that I cried.
After we’d come back from the store, my roommates each reluctantly headed back to their rooms, to the homework they’d left undone. I lingered in the living ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Bone Deep

Alexis Dykes

My bones belong on the East Coast. Or maybe they belong to it. Whatever the case, they certainly seem to think it’s the only proper place to be. Bones can think things like that, I suppose, even ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Meadows and Mountains

Scotlyn Turner

I remember when I moved to Utah.
I had gotten in the moving van, stepping off the road of my childhood home for the last time. Now, I hear the hammering thrum of the vehicle drive away, my ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Lord of the Mice

Kyle Tanner

Youth activities at church always aimed to teach us some new skill. We rarely fantasized about service projects and even the most honorable among us would likely miss a “wonderful opportunity” if ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

The Sweet Kiss of Wilderness

Amanda Lovell

We were driving down Highway 37 on our way back from Dawson City, Yukon. We had been on the road for almost three weeks and we were spent. Long days of driving long B.C. roads that carried few people ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

The Bear

Skylar Gruys

The sky dimmed dauntingly, the depiction dark. A stagnant air was wallowed in.
I observed it out the car window; eerie, or perhaps just foggy. Its hiss was unmissable. It was previously a ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Homesick

Bethany Gustafson

Homesickness is a funny thing.
In the eyes of the American government, I’m an alien. A legal one—I have a student visa to prove it—but an alien still, as though I arrived in a spaceship, and ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Polaroids of Poor

Emma Hostetter

As a child, I assumed that I had done some extraordinary deed to make it on Santa’s platinum edition nice list, which meant presents not only in December, but a bonus delivery during his off-season ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Beauty

Madison Banfield

Beauty. What is beautiful? It is said that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Beauty is determined individually. Beauty is not universal.
Beauty captivates me. What is beautiful in my eyes ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

This is Why We Tell the Story

Jaden Parker

If I took you on a tour of my childhood, our first stop would be my childhood home, a small place with big memories. I’d show you the attic where my brother and I played or the room we shared. I’d ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

A Crappy Story for a Change

Bruce Decker

It’s 7:37pm, and I am standing on the arrow pointing the direction to shop in the aisle at Walmart. It smells like cleaner and cookies from the surrounding aisles. In my right hand I hold nothing ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

ANGELS

Amy Griffin

I used to be scared of angels and the way they keep records of your thoughts, because there's things they know that I'd be unequivocally ashamed of. But at length I've come to the conclusion that all ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Redrock

Hyrum Jones

The red rock swirls around me. It is sedentary and yet it has what my artist friends refer to as movement, line of action, directional motion. The soft, water worn contours are hard as the stone they ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Count to Three

Isabella Zentner

The hills slipped easily under our wheels.
Sometimes you get this feeling, an itch. A kind of restlessness that wants to crawl out from under your skin. I think this feeling is familiar to most ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

The Glove Says "I Love You"

Taylor Dalton

The ball in the glove stretches out in front of me, papers strewn below, around and beyond it, the sweat stains on the sides hint at long hours and tired fingers, sore palms under the palms that lined ... [+]